The foxy-looking and bewitching Tian Jian woman was covered in blood, her posture was provocative, she looked at Ling Zheng, her eyes were presumptuous and fiery.

Ling Zheng stood still and smiled in return, showing that he was taught by Ning Qianhe and had extremely advanced qi cultivation skills. But in his heart, he didn't have a good impression of this woman, because the moment he saw this woman, he remembered the Fengyue Witch who wanted to pull him into double cultivation.

Although the little girl Ning Ling'er was frightened by the appearance of the sword woman covered in blood, she was very disgusted by the woman's gaze at her uncle.

The little girl had a delicate heart, as if she was born to know how to speak and be lethal to women, so she shook Ling Zheng's hand and asked crisply: "Uncle, look, this lady is so beautiful." ”

When the word eldest lady came out, Ling Zheng's handsome face instantly turned red, and when she saw the corner of the woman's mouth twitching, she forcibly held back her laughter.

This girl has potential!

Ling Zheng looked at his cheap niece and secretly gave a thumbs up in his heart.

The woman was very embarrassed by Ning Ling'er's aunt, put the spirit weapon sword in her hand into her body, gave Ling Zheng a slight salute, and said with a smile: "Daoyou is the first time to come to our Qionghuatai?"

Seeing that the woman was no longer teasing, Ling Zheng also returned the courtesy: "Exactly." Dare to ask this fairy......"

Although this woman can't match the word "fairy", out of courtesy, Ling Zheng's speech is still very comfortable.

Without waiting for Ling Zheng to finish speaking, the woman said: "Nujia Hua Susu is the law enforcer under the command of the three masters of this Qionghuatai. I just killed two guys who don't have long eyes, and they look a little scary, hoping that they didn't scare Daoyou and this little girl. ”

Enforcers?

Ling Zheng chewed these three words, and before he could speak, the woman named Hua Susu continued to laugh and said, "Qionghuatai is no better than that Qixian Town, and every day there will be more than a dozen guys who don't have long eyes to be killed to make flower fertilizer. Since it is the first time for Daoyou, I hope to abide by the rules. ”

"This is natural, thanks for the reminder. Ling Zheng arched his hand again, and smiled at Hua Susu, who was one order higher than him in cultivation: "Excuse me, is there a place where you can settle in this Qionghua Terrace?"

Hua Susu had a good impression of Ling Zheng, ignoring Ning Ling'er, the little girl who was full of hostile eyes towards her, and smiled very coquettishly: "Of course." However, there are three classes in the place to stay, the first class is near the palace of the three masters, it is very safe, no one dares to approach, but the rent is very expensive. The second class is a little farther away, and there are often guys who don't have long eyes. As for the third class, since Daoyou has a little girl, don't ask. ”

"How much is the rent for a first-class landing?" Ling Zheng asked.

"Twenty pieces of second-grade spirit jade every day. Hua Susu replied: "The second class is a piece of second-grade spirit jade every day. ”

Ling Zheng nodded and said, "Then bother Daoist friends to take me to that first-class place to stay." ”

There was a little more discoloration in Hua Susu's eyes, and he could choose the first-class place where the rent was expensive without hesitation, which was enough to show that this young foundation building realm monk had a strong net worth.

Along the way, Hua Susu asked Ling Zheng's origin side by side, but Ling Zheng led the topic elsewhere. This made Hua Susu even more curious.

Because he made a lot of money selling pills in Qixian Town, Ling Zheng was not worried about not having a spirit jade. After paying a month's rent and choosing a quiet courtyard, Ling Zheng placed the little girl Ning Ling'er here, and told her to eat when she was hungry and sleep when she was tired.

After that, Ling Zheng left the courtyard and began to wander around the island, wanting to write down all the terrain here. If something happens, it's better to choose the best way back.

The central area of this island is where the three main palaces of this Qionghuatai are located, the three palaces are distributed in the shape of a pin, and the square in front of the palace is a huge bluestone ancient platform, which is naturally the Qionghuatai.

As for the surrounding area, there are restaurants, inns, shops and so on. At first glance, it's really no different from a normal mortal town.

Of course, if it weren't for the cultivators who fought to the death on the streets, or were beheaded by the Qionghuatai law enforcement team because they openly killed people on this island, this would be more like a mortal town.

Just by walking around the island, Ling Zheng witnessed the bloody scene of seven or eight cultivators dying in a rambling manner, and two of them were even building a foundation realm. In his heart, he secretly said No wonder the old monk said that this Qionghuatai is very messy, here, the life of a cultivator is really not very valuable.

His cultivation, which had just entered the Foundation Building Realm, was simply inconspicuous if he didn't show his true combat power.

Moreover, because this Qionghuatai will hold a large-scale auction once every ten years soon, it has attracted many masters who have been famous in the Lei Ze Domain for a long time, and there are all immortals and demons. The entry of these cultivators of all stripes into this island made the overall atmosphere of this island tense and subtle.

Ling Zheng sniffed the scent of bloody Qionghua flowers in the air, and slowly walked back to the courtyard he had rented earlier. Seeing that Ning Ling'er had already recovered to the appearance of a nineteen-year-old girl, and seeing her drooling and her indecent sleeping posture, she walked over and covered the quilt for her.

"Uncle, I want to eat roast duck ......"

Ning Ling'er didn't forget Ling Zheng and food in her dream, which made Ling Zheng cry and laugh at the same time, looking at her pure and beautiful face, I don't know why, I actually remembered Zhao Yanran, who I hadn't seen for a long time.

I haven't seen her for almost three months, and I don't know if she's doing well now.

Sitting cross-legged in the courtyard, swallowing the pill, and completing today's cultivation, Ling Zheng looked at the full moon in the sky, and under the bright moonlight, he held his chin, revealing a kind of confusion that an ordinary teenager should have.

Even he didn't know what he was thinking.

Flying Spirit Domain, Incineration Gate, the small cabin where Ling Zheng used to live.

When Zhao Yanran is fine, she will leave Cuizhu Peak and come to sit in this small cabin. As for the reason, even she herself did not know.

The fact that Ling Zheng was wanted by the Wind Moon Witch in the entire Flying Spirit Domain had already passed the limelight. Now, except for Zhao Yanran and Ling Zheng's only friend Wang An in the Burning Gate, no one will take the initiative to think of Ling Zheng who has been a waste wood in the Burning Gate for sixteen years, and then caused a big mess.

After sitting in the cabin for a while, Zhao Yanran took advantage of the night to leave the incinerator gate, bought some wine and food from a nearby mortal city, and slowly walked to the incinerator crypt.

It was still hot in the incinerating crypt, but Zhao Yanran had now successfully fused the ice and fire attributes of the spiritual veins in her body with the help of Ling Zheng's four-winged ghost centipede inner pill, and she was not afraid of the flames of the first five layers of flame space.

In the bright and silent fifth-layer flame space, Zhao Yanran walked to the passage to the sixth-layer flame space, and quietly threw the Qiankun bag containing wine and food into the dark passage.

It didn't take long for a pair of blood-red eyes to light up in the passage, and there was a sound of chewing and drinking.

If it weren't for Ling Zheng's words of pride to her in the living tomb of the Thief Wind Demon before, Zhao Yanran would probably not have imagined until she died that there was such a red-eyed monster living in the depths of this burning fire crypt.

The red-eyed monster's treatment of Zhao Yanran was much better than that of Ling Zheng, who was going to be beaten by him every few days, because Zhao Yanran often sent him wine and food, and the red-eyed monster also gave Zhao Yanran a few words from time to time. The voice couldn't tell whether it was a man or a woman, a man or a beast, and each sentence could benefit Zhao Yanran a lot.

Zhao Yanran knew that this mysterious red-eyed monster was not an ordinary person, but unlike Ling Zheng, who only knew how to be beaten and scolded, she knew what to say and what to do, and never took the initiative to ask about the origin, age, and identity of this red-eyed monster.

After eating and drinking, the red-eyed monster asked in his usual strange voice, "That trick, familiar?"

"It's still a little short of the requirements of the seniors, but the juniors will do their best to master it. ”

There was more appreciation in the red-eyed monster's voice: "No hurry." ”

After being silent for a while, Zhao Yanran opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but she still didn't ask.

The red-eyed monster asked a word like gold: "He?"

Zhao Yanran lowered her head with a red face, not daring to look at the pair of red eyes in the dark.

The red-eyed monster only said three words: "Life is hard." ”

Zhao Yanran bowed and bowed, and slowly walked out of the incinerating crypt.

The red-eyed monster saw her go, her eyes were a little dazed at first, and then, there were more tears in her blood-red eyes.

Zhao Yanran left the incinerating crypt and returned to the Cuizhu Peak where she lived alone, she stood on the top of the Cuizhu Peak, and with a thought, she summoned the Ice Phoenix Ling that she had previously obtained in the Tomb of the Wind Demon of the Thief Pill.

After staring at this Ice Phoenix Ling for a long time, Zhao Yanran was still in no mood to practice the trick taught by the red-eyed monster, she blushed slightly and put the Ice Phoenix Ling into her body again, and after pondering for a while, she took out a flickering blue wind magic talisman from her storage ring.

This Fengxing talisman was made by Ling Zheng in front of Zhao Yanran when he was in the Hidden Dragon Stream that day. After the production of zuò was completed, it was given to Zhao Yanran. Now Zhao Yanran looked at this talisman, and her pretty face was full of lovesickness.

Even she didn't know how she cared about Ling Zheng.

The three words "I'm waiting for you" she said in the tomb of the Wind Demon of the Thief Pill at the beginning, a fool can understand her mind. But Ling Zheng, whose mind is far beyond ordinary people, is worse than a fool in this kind of thing.

After a long time, Zhao Yanran put away the wind magic talisman, looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and said to herself with a smile on her pretty face:

"You said you would definitely go back to the Burning Gate, I'll wait for you. ”

Ling Zheng, who was far away in the Qionghuatai of the Lei Ze Domain, was also looking at this bright moon in a daze.

A bright moon, two people look. A feeling, one person is waiting for it, and the other is inexplicably melancholy.

And near Qionghuatai, Ning Qianhe, who was still dressed in a green shirt and had an extraordinary bearing, but was full of alcohol, had turned into golden eyes and looked at the island in the middle of the big lake, and then glanced at the bright moon overhead.

There was wine but no meat around him, and Ning Qianhe, who was hungry, only felt that the moon was like a fragrant cake.

He laughed at himself: "Looking at the moon together from afar is an elegant thing that lovers can do." I see this bright moon as a cake, which is really detrimental to the elegance of the reader......"

After that, Ning Qianhe, who felt that he was a little unpleasant, turned his gaze to the island in the middle of the big lake again, looking at the bluestone ancient platform standing in the center of the island, and there was a smile in his golden eyes:

"Alas, I still read too little. Ning Qianhe habitually laughed at himself, and then muttered: "I won't join in this bloody excitement." ”

After speaking, the Confucian in green shirt left with the wine jar.